Stories

I wrote this in response to PT Prompt #311: "Write about how you handle negative situations."

CONTENT WARNING: This response contains references to domestic abuse.

Yes, this is personal.

It's also, quite literally, the least gay thing I've posted on GA.

Reader discretion advised, because I had absolutely none to begin with.

This is an account of actual events from the perspective of the person who experienced it - me...

An open letter to my friend Comicality. May he rest in peace.

Another experimental review concept, I've been a fan of Anime and Manga for years now and I know there's a giant collection of BL Manga ranging from excellent narratives to scary rape fantasies. I'll gauge with my first review if there's an interest from others in my views on the subject. Again, my interests range across the genre from romance, contemporary, historical, fantasy, science fiction, mystery, and everything in-between.

Welcome! To a place where it walks like a poetry and other writings, quack like one but does not sit like poetry.

There is no aim for this writing.

The heavens are vast and full of unknown.

Contain things that are not poetry.

This story is unlike my others. It is the true account of a gay boy growing up in California in the second half of the twentieth century. A story many of us can tell.

There is darkness and light in this narrative.

A final farewell to a fellow author, great storyteller, and valued friend, Carlos Hazday.

This is based on prompt #144:

Describe your favorite place in summer. Make us feel it.

My attempt to sort through thoughts, feelings, and erratic ideas using poetic forms.

A coach with a very troubled student in crisis calls in the district psychologist for help.

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